Dance of the Vulture
Featherbacks sliding through the air
trailing on the wind,
waiting for that carrion scent
to adorn their nostrils
pulling them to the feeding
hop, skip, jump
tear a piece of flesh
flutter back and scarf it down.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2009
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